Inside the Bulgarian disco in Chinatown, where I went with the Italians after we saw the fake French rock band (Les Sans Culottes).
Tribeca, Saturday night.
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And now we are 7.
A blog for the heck of it. A scratchpad. A sandbox. On the radar: people, food, arts, animals, bicycles, travel. And long silences.
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- Vache Sacrée!
- Battle of the Band
- I've Been Sitting on this Idea ....
- Gotham City Snapshots
- Did this unusual theming poster seen in a building...
- Impatience goeth before improvements on E. 55th St...
- The man who was turning the crank that peeled thes...
- So many puns, so little patience. Also Washington...
- The anomie of the long-distance subway rider.Washi...
- The clerestory walk above the Cloisters-bound A tr...
- A subway tunnel, just as magical as I used to imag...
- The little engine that could.
- Patron saint of the Bulgarian disco. Everybody th...
- Inside the Bulgarian disco in Chinatown, where I w...
- Walls Left Blank Are Checks Unbanked
- First Milestone, Many Photos
- Big Brother has nothing better to do than to watch...
- The Brooklyn Bridge at 1:20am, speed demon MC at t...
- A small sample of the racing memorabilia at le Pit...
- City Sanitation Dept. salt storage facility on the...
- Decaying piers near Pier 54. Going ...
- Going ...
- If this were a flip book you'd really be enjoying ...
- This lovely pre-Selectric relic was perched atop a...
- Street Fare
- Lord Zim of the Crane Flies
- AZ Lexico, Part 2
- Irate Consumer Alert
- Death, Poultry, and Dystopia
- Website Verite
- Deep Vein Thrombosis and Mixed Ruts
- What I Did This Summer, by The Dog
- AZ Lexico, Part 1
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